Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Denmark and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Inner City to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.